In which Freya Shelby struggles to cope with her brother's death but meets Bonnie Gold and everything seems to fall back into place until it falls apart again.
[Peaky Blinders, Series 4-6]
[Bonnie Gold x fem!oc]
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Freya had left Rory with Eve at John's old house and made her way back to Lottie stood side by side watching Aberama Gold and his men come up on the their horses. Lottie was staring into space and Freya was scanning each of the men. "Which one do you reckon she'll fall for?" Isaiah asked Lottie making her jump since she didn't hear him walk up to them.
The smell of smoke filled the brunette's nose. "Give me some," she demanded.
"Get your own!" the boy exclaimed.
Lottie shot him a dirty look, "From where, I'm not a magician I can't just magic one from thin air and Frey doesn't smoke so she can't give me one."
"Fine!" he sighed and the girl stole his cigarette taking a drag and blowing the smoke in Freya's face to try bring her back to earth, it didn't work.
"You never answered my question, which one do you reckon she'll fall for?" Isaiah asked and Lottie looked at the men, "The one on the left, he's definitely her type and she's had a crush on him since she saw his fight."
"What are you talking about?" Isaiah asked, confused.
The girl stared at him, "ohhh, you didn't know about that."
"About what? Lottie what the fuck are you talking about?" he asked again.
"Basically you can't Tommy or Arthur about it but Esme took me, Frey and Ro to one of his fights-" she replied.
"Wait when?" Isaiah asked. "Ro never told me about that."
"She knew you'd get jealous so she didn't tell you and he's actually good," Lottie commented, glancing at the boy standing beside her.
"Bet he couldn't beat me," the boy grumbled.
"Bet you? fine I bet you a pack of cigarettes that he can beat you. If he wins you owe me and if he loses, which he won't, I'll get you them," Lottie proposed the deal holding out her hand.
Isaiah shook his head, "Fine," and they shook hands before watching the boy look and make eye contact with Freya. The duo looked over at her who was still staring but this time was holding eye contact with the boy.
"Charlie, take him to the yard," Tommy instructed, sending Aberama on his way with the two dead Italians on the backs of the horses lead by his men.
Lottie had now stolen Isaiah's cigarette which was then snatched from her mouth by Tommy. "Hey!" she exclaimed.
"No smoking," Tommy stated passing the cigarette back to Isaiah and then tapping Freya's shoulder bringing her back to earth.
Arthur draped an arm around Freya, "Were you staring at the Gold boy?"
Freya scoffed, "What? no! don't be stup-"
"Yes she was," Lottie cut her off. "And she wasn't staring she was completely zoned out."
Freya's face flushed red, "No I was not." Arthur stared at her making her sigh. "Okay so I was staring, get over it. Fucking snitch."
Pol had dragged Freya and Lottie away and down to Ada who was at Linda's. "Do we have to go to Linda's?" Freya asked her aunt.
"I know you hate her but yes," Pol replied.
"Where are you going?" Lottie asked.
"To see Michael?" Freya asked and she nodded.
"Why can't we go with you?" Freya asked again.
"Will you stop with the questions, please! You're both going to Linda's with Ada," Pol snapped and both girls nodded.
Both girls sat on Linda's sofa, attempting to ignore her complaints about how she hates Birmingham and the Shelby last name. "Oh my goodness, Linda none of us want to be here and none of us like the Shelby last name right now," Freya stood up.
"Sorry?" Linda asked.
Lottie had gone to the toilet and came back to see Ada in the doorway watching the scene unfold. Linda was used to Freya's attitude and temper, she was a Shelby after all but she still didn't like the girls tone towards her in her house.
"I said, none of us want to be back her or like the Shelby last name right now. You've never had any respect for my family especially my brother. John is dead and yet you managed to still be disrespectful towards Arthur at his own brother's funeral, you're lucky Rory isn't here or she'd have your fucking head for the level of disrespect you have for her dead dad. Either show my family some respect or leave but you won't get far, the Italian's would take you, granted would be doing me a fucking favour but then for some strange reason Arthur would care," Freya stated.
"How dare you speak to me like that in my own house?" Linda ordered.
"Then show us some fucking respect because whether you like it or not. You are a Shelby and the Italian's will come after you and you are in danger," Freya shot back.
Linda opened her mouth to speak but Freya cut her off, "I'm going to the family meeting at Charlie's yard before I punch you." She stormed out of the house and made her way to Charlie's yard.
Ada gave Lottie a look telling her to go after her and she raced out after her, "Freya! Will you slow the fuck down, I can't run as fast as you," she exclaimed catching up the blonde.
During their walk to the yard no words were spoken and the only noises that were heard was the creak of the gate when Lottie opened it.
"Why do you think Tommy didn't show any emotion whatsoever?" Lottie questioned.
Freya shrugged, "Probably because he can't afford to as soon as he shows any emotion his guard is down then he puts us in danger so to keep us safe, he remains void of any emotion. Pretty sad actually."
Lottie looked towards Freya. "You know your Shelby temper came out then," the girl said smugly.
"Well, she needed someone to shut her the fuck up, she's such a stuck up bitch and I hate her," Freya replied bitterly.
Freya and Lottie both knew the blonde couldn't have any more breakdowns or let her emotions get the best of her regardless of how angry Linda made her. Freya had to be more like Tommy and Lottie and suppress her emotions and take everything that was yet to come because they knew it would be worse before it got better.
